The corridors of power you walked
Nurturing venality in your heart
Promising to serve always talked
Serving only your masters impart
Love is not an option you carry
Compassion is an unknown word
In loneliness your soul doth tarry
Falseness is a smile ever shared
We who should have known better
Have given you the platform to rise
Swooned by your guile to the letter
Thinking of a more richer prize
Invading countries in our name
Killing and maiming by the score
Creating suffering and blame
While we stood behind closed doors
You have served the wrong masters to well
Bestowing upon you great wealth
Providing none the power to foretell
The day they will come in great stealth
For theirs is the great master plan
All will sit down with the slaves
No favours for who served the Klan
To late the coming of the waves
Yet all of this can be defeated
As the weir top cannot stop frothing
None or all of anything is feted
It comes because good people do nothing
So rise up lets speak with good voice
For our children and grandchildren’s sake
Grant them the freedom truth and choice
Before they are poisoned make them awake
